It's been a long time since I've seen my daughter.
She lives near the East Virginia line.
I know that very soon I will see her,
for I can smell the fragrance of pine.
I hear the wind a-whisperin' through the lonesome pine.
I'm love sick so well,
I hear the wind a-whisperin' through the lonesome pine,
as I travel Highway 52.
I see the lights of Bluefield, West Virginia,
coming into my view.
I wonder what she'll say,
I wonder what she will do.
Would she caress me and say, I still love you?
I hear the wind a-whisperin' through the lonesome pine.
I'm love sick so well,
I hear the wind a-whisperin' through the lonesome pine,
as I travel Highway 52.
I hear the wind a-whisperin' through the
lonesome pine.
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